Feminist is Who I am

inspired by Sara at A Little of That, Too

I am a feminist.

I am a woman.

I love to cook.

But I prefer dinner’s out.

My cookies are divine.

But my cakes are sub-par.

I’ve been called a bitch.

More times than I can count.

I’m sure I’ve been called a slut.

But whose to judge?

When I was young I got straight As.

I was always the teacher’s pet.

The other girls called my hurtful names.

So I decided to be average.

My dad taught me about FDR.

I read every book on him I could find.

I wanted to change the world.

So I went to school for Social Work.

Politics was my real game.

Believe me, it’s a man’s world.

Tenacity gets me in the front door.

Assertiveness gets me a seat at the table.

I am tough.

And people say I am angry.

But I coo and giggle every time I see a baby.

I’ve been in love 3 times.

2 of them loved me back.

I worship fashion mags.

Vogue really gets me going.

I obsess over my body.

Every wrinkle and roll sets me back.

I believe mascara a necessary accessory.

And view my handbag as an extension of myself.

I love my body.

The way my arms feel when I flex gives me shivers.

I am real.

I am complex.

I love.

I hate.

I argue.

I cry.

I flirt.

I hold grudges.

I dream.

And obsess.

I am a woman.

Not a perfect woman.

But a strong woman.

I am a feminist.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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